Burning Intensity by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page A

at her opening was. It felt alien, indescribable.
    Pressure bloomed into pain. She cried out, shocked more than actually hurt.
    “Wait,” James murmured. “Bloody hell, you’re so tight, like a clamping vice around my cock.” He didn’t appear to be speaking to her, but rather himself. He was focused completely on his actions.
    Fierce, potent pleasure seared her. She gasped, her body feeling under attack. James played his fingers deliciously over her skin and found every erogenous zone from her pussy back to her open anal passage. Swamped with the sensations, she could only wriggle her behind at him in delight, groaning with approval.
    “More,” she pleaded as she shifted back to accept another tiny thrust from his shaft.
    “That’s the right note. Sing for me, baby,” James crooned to her.
    Hunger built within her as his cock slid slowly deeper. El reached between her spread thighs and stroked her clit. It only took a few slick swipes to take the edge off the pain of his possession. Eased into the sensation of his thick length piercing her rear, El found she couldn’t distinguish fully between what hurt and what didn’t. The blurring emotions jolted her system. With surprise, she found herself pressing her hips backwards, pushing her body to impale itself deeper on his cock.
    This time they both moaned, caught up in the heat.
    “James,” she panted, unable to articulate anything further.
    “El,” he replied, seeming to be as caught up as she.
    “Harder,” she pleaded. “Please, fuck me harder. Right now.”
    “Bossy wench,” James’ voice was husky and deep, but the words were a caress, not annoyed.
    He took her at her word. He grasped her with his warm hands, held tightly to her hips, pulled her up and back as his shaft sank completely within her. Tingles shot up her spine as inner nerves were brushed by his rock-hard erection. They were both panting hard. El felt sweat bead down her spine as her heart pounded as though it would explode.
    James withdrew and pressed back inside her, thrusting his cock deeply into her arse like a man possessed. The burning intensity of his penetration, the overwhelming pleasure and pain at the incredible intimacy they shared was intoxicating. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe without feeling him, scenting him. He encompassed her every inch and molecule.
    Fire raged over her skin and inside her body as well. She felt consumed in the literal sense, as if he were taking her over. Conquering her. For a second she resisted, some final streak of independence insisting that she hold out. But it was stupid, and useless. James Waters had crept not only under her skin but into her heart. He owned her—body and soul.
    For one moment she felt fear, but then El understood that this was what love was. Real love. Honest and lasting. It was handing herself over to someone without restrictions or strings. Buoyed by that understanding, she relinquished the last of her concerns and doubts. El opened herself to this man, embraced everything he could give her.
    The final small muscles within her relaxed and pleasure overrode everything else. She threw her head back, her hair falling down her spine and over her shoulders. She arched her back and thrust her hips, accepting everything James was.
    As if he knew she’d finally turned herself over to him completely, James shouted and began to pound into her. His thrusts were harder, longer and filled her deeper. El stimulated her clit with a blurring speed, feeling that golden moment just shimmering on the horizon. Her lungs felt like they would burst with the need for more air, but she couldn’t suck it in fast enough. Her whole body seized up, balanced precariously on the pinnacle of ultimate satisfaction.
    James tilted his hips, bringing them closer together. And as he moved back within her, his cock grazed along her inner walls, rubbing over the myriad of nerves. El shrieked, hurled over the edge as her eyes squeezed instinctively